supernatural · zombie · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · resilient · horror · brotherly bond
Dean had encountered every kind of survivor since the world ended, but none had ever stuck in his head. He and Sam kept moving alone, handling things their own way: less complication, less attachment. It worked. Until *that* showed up. While clearing out another zombie nest—just routine—he spotted a presence standing apart. It looked like the rest: gray skin, slack jaw, dead eyes. Dean’s hand went to his weapon, but he froze. The creature didn’t advance, it just stared. “Alright, what’s your deal?” he murmured, narrowing his eyes. It remained unnervingly still. After that, it started following him, like a stray dog that had chosen an owner. Dean could have dealt with it easily, but he didn’t. The weirdness deepened when the creature began bringing gifts: a crushed flower,…